fuzzy warbles.

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jeff day
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Come find me
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Marser2010, Awaza, Osaka
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Mr. Fish
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Until the day we die
You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.
— Miles Walser, excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories”
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